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[lipstickandinkmodeling]

Instagram: inked_dani

❗ Attention. Beware of fake images ❗

Tumblr is full of AI generated pictures of non-existent models and photoshopped images of fake tattoos. I know it's not easy to tell what is real these days but you can easily notice these pictures. Just take a closer look.

Lipstick & Ink only shares genuine photos and videos of hard working, talented and beautiful models and real tattoos that cost a lot of money, unpleasant feelings and even pain. Even though models are often being photographed in fake situations, I still ask you to support real models and let's get rid of this AI generated crap.

[fickes]

On Generative A.I. as (Poor) Substitute for Creation

...this, besides the fact that it's undirectable, it looks like shit, and it's theft

[pocketcicada]

dumping my art here because insta sucks

[octuscle]

Community Service

This was a total cakewalk for Alex, bro. Dude had just been pushed around and dissed by some punk outside the campus cantina. Then it turned into a scrap, and his mom was all about him snitching on the thug. Alex couldn’t stand those losers chilling on campus; they were all jailbait in his eyes. So yeah, he was down for it. A squad of his bros was there as backup, so the hearing was gonna be a breeze. He had lacrosse practice later, so he rocked up in a T-shirt, no big deal.

But man, it was way rougher than expected. The bully’s lawyer, the prosecutor, and the judge were ruthless. None of his homies stood up for him, and instead of being the hero, he got thrown into the hot seat as the accused. The thug was next to his lawyer, looking all sharp in a tight suit that was barely hiding his tats. Compared to chill Alex, he looked like a straight-up boss. Alex was sweating buckets, his slick hair plastered to his forehead. Then, outta nowhere, he heard the judge clear the thug and threw him ten hours of community service, plus kicked him off campus for a year. Everyone cheered, the thug was fist-bumping his lawyer, and Alex felt like he got run over. He shuffled out of court, head hanging, close to losing it.

Dude walked outta the courtroom lookin' all down, nearly tearin' up. Once outside, he took a solid breath. Like, seriously, what’s he even bummed about? What's he even doin' on that lame campus? Total place for drama queens. He cruised across the street, needin’ smokes and maybe a cold brew. That confidence kicked back in. Muscles flexed, skin buzzed as sick tattoos popped up. Dude's dick got hard feelin’ his T-shirt hug those gains. Fresh air felt dope on his buzzed hair.

His boys were chillin' at the usual spot, shootin' him curious looks. Lex just threw out a thumbs up. "Ten sucky hours of community service and I can't even hit the campus for a year. Totally worth a brawl!" He flashed a grin, and the homies let out a wolf whistle!

Morph by @ki-kink

[ki-kink]

He used to be a major influencer and all that. Had like 300K followers. But then: ZZZZZING! And now he's fixing motorcycles. And he's actually pretty good at it. And let's keep it real: the new haircut is fire!

[imaginal-ai]

"Smiling Man on Chair" (0003)

(More of The Quiet Satisfaction Series)

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[flixxxd]

Ink Daddy

Vercetti

[spacerockband]

in a world where they wish to replace creation with the unerring machine, making bad art is revolutionary

[maruuax]

I propose to you that Ais has a knack for wood carving… 🤲 (ft. sparrow!!)

[logicpng]

How would Al feel if his nickname was Hal (I started calling him that to make him look like some kind of old dad 😭)

not too keen on it, it would seem!

[pocketcicada]

[octuscle]

Model Job

Chester didn't know much about the modeling job he was hired for. He had been told to come in a blue suit. A neat hairstyle was required. The studio was a sober room in a functional office building in an industrial area. Nothing glamorous, but that wasn't what he was after. He was after money. Dirty money. He had a bunch of creditors breathing down his neck, and if he didn't want to be evicted from his apartment, which was way too expensive for him, he had to get this job.

The guys waiting in the casting room largely fit the current stereotype: bearded, tattooed, manly. Their hair was either super short or their long manes were tied back in topknots. But a few of the men looked just like Chester: well-groomed hair, clean-shaven, no visible tattoos. But in contrast to Chester, these men were usually rather petite, almost feminine. Chester was well-groomed, but clearly a real man. He prayed that this was the type of man they were looking for. Because then his competition would be very manageable. If they were looking for a guy with a mane and a full beard, however, he had no chance.

The waiting time was endless. The men spoke little to each other. Again and again, someone was called into the casting room, and mostly a disappointed or angry man came out. Chester was just happy that he had a charging cable for his cell phone with him. And that there was Wi-Fi. This way he could pass the time and did not have to rely on the goodwill of others to recharge his battery. After what felt like an eternity, someone called out, “Chester Cavendish?” It was unnecessary to call his name. Chester was the last to wait. But it was good to hear his name. His name was part of his capital. Not that he had anything to do with the Cavendish family, the Dukes of Devonshire. If he had their money, he wouldn't have to model. But the name sounded good. Respectable. Impressive. Hopefully it would help.

“Mr. Cavendish, if you would please stand in the spotlight over there.” Chester did as he was told. He had only been able to catch a glimpse of the panel that had to decide his fate. Now he looked into the spotlight and couldn't even guess what was happening behind it. ”Move naturally, Mr. Cavendish. As if you were waiting for your girlfriend in front of the hairdresser.” Chester took a few steps, turned around, paused, always careful to show the spotlight his best side.

“I don't know,” someone murmured. ‘He looks too much like old money to me. Too well-groomed, too upper class.’ ‘The problem is that we don't have anyone else.’ ”If he was a bit more relaxed. A bit more peppy.”

“Okay, that's better. Brown shoes, five o'clock shadow...” ”I think so too, much better for our target group!”

Chester began to feel more comfortable. Apparently, his type was well received by the client. His type matched his name. Black sheep from a good family. Good background, but slightly rebellious appearance. “He looks a bit conformed.” ‘Yes, the hairstyle is not bad, but he could show a bit more skin.’ ”You said it, sex sells”

Chester hadn't been sure whether it would be too intrusive to wear a sleeveless shirt... But it didn't seem to be a problem. He posed a bit more provocatively. And the muttering from the other side of the spotlight was obviously approving!

“I don't know about you, but it's too 90s for me. Too metrosexual.” ‘I agree.’ ‘And he could do with a bit more muscle too.’ ”Mr. Cavendish, how many times a week do you train?”

Chester wondered what difference it made how long it took him to get his muscles in shape. He was proud of his muscles. It was damn hard work, after all.

“Four or five times a week. But call me Chester. Mr. Cavendish was my father!”

“Thank you, Chester. And it's impressive what you've achieved in the gym!”

Chester listened, but only understood fragments. “…a little bit...”, “…too well-behaved...”, “…bad boy...”. It was difficult for him to continue playing the waiting game.

“Chester, do you think your normal job and modeling go together? Or is that a problem for you?”

“No problem! I still work a bit in my dad's construction company, dudes! He'll understand if I have to go on camera.”

Whispering again... And then, “Yes, he could indeed look more like a construction worker.”

Chet was slowly beginning to lose interest. He wasn't a model, he was a handyman... But he also wanted to be an influencer. That's probably why he had to do this kind of shit.

“Sorry, Chester, I forgot. How often do you go to the gym?” “Name is Chet. Gym is like for wimps. I hav me fuckin' workout six days a week at the construction site. N' three times a week i go boxin'.”

“I think we have the perfect candidate.” “I agree!” “But somehow he's not quite up to date yet, is he?” “Yeah, a few tattoos maybe.” “What do you think of blond hair?” ”Deal!”

Chet was the epitome of the C-Class celebrity. We knew him from a few modeling jobs, we knew him as a fitness influencer, we knew him from trash reality soaps like Love Island. But just a little bit. He wasn't famous. But he made a lot of money. And for an airhead like him, that was quite a lot!

[ki-kink]

The Pisco Sour didn’t hit right away. For a while, he was still the sweet little college kid from New England. Now, he barely spoke any English..."

[imaginal-ai]

"Nonchalance" (0002)

(More of The Coolness Series)

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[eden-west]

Tigah tigah tigah... All animals are based off of real life and online friends I know.

[inkedmyths]

Man deleting Duolingo REALLY sucks. I felt like I'd built up a nice little learning habit, yknow? And ofc the whole "breaking the streak" feels bad. But there's no point if they're just going to replace it with AI.